We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

For The World Is Only Governed By Self-interest.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is Great, To Reject It Divine.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.